CHAPTER 95: GOT ME

Ella hesitated, chest rising and falling. Her nerves flickered through her, even now—but his voice soothed them like balm. She crawled toward him, straddling his thighs, letting his hands guide her closer.

She could feel him—hot, hard, ready—pressed right against her.

Nicholas smoothed her hair back from her face, gaze flicking over every inch of her like he wanted to memorize this moment.

"You nervous?" he asked softly, his thumbs brushing over her hips.

She nodded once, lips parting. "Yeah."

He kissed her slowly, deeply. "It’s just me, Ella," he murmured. "You’ve got me."

She leaned her forehead against his, both of them catching their breath. He shifted beneath her, the tip of him nudging at her entrance, and she tensed slightly, hands gripping his shoulders.

"Breathe," he whispered, hands steadying her. "We go slow. We go your pace."

Ella exhaled, slowly sinking down.

And the second he was inside her, they both gasped.

Nicholas grunted, hands gripping her hips, his head falling back against the headboard with a raw, broken sound. "Fuck, Ella—"

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted, every inch of him stretching and filling her. He was thick, hot, pulsing—and it felt incredible.

She began to move. Slowly. Carefully. Her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that had them both shaking.

And then Nicholas leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, possessive growl:

"Is this something that turns you on, Ella?" he drawled. "You being in control? Watching me being under your mercy?Can we add it to our to do list?"

She moaned, nodding helplessly, clenching around him as her rhythm stuttered.

He grinned wickedly. "Good girl."

And then he thrust up into her.

Hard.

And all thought, all sense, all control disappeared.

Nicholas thrust up into her again, harder this time, and Ella let out a strangled moan as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her thighs tightened around him as the sudden force of his hips stole the air from her lungs. He watched the way her mouth parted, the way her brows furrowed, like he wanted to memorize every expression she made when he fucked her like this.

"Look at you," he gritted, his voice thick with strain and admiration as he pumped up into her again. "Taking me so fucking well, Ella."

She whimpered, her rhythm faltering as his hands gripped her hips tight and took over completely—lifting, dragging her down hard against him as he started to thrust up with brutal, controlled precision. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, punctuated only by the ragged gasps from her throat and the low, possessive growls from his.

The feel of her clenching around him—tight, wet, and so fucking warm—was undoing him.

Nicholas was beyond trying to hold back now. His self-control had snapped the moment she’d lowered herself onto him. And now, all he could think about was more. Driving into her until she screamed his name. Until there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that wasn’t him.

He shifted, planting his feet flat on the mattress and bracing one arm behind him against the headboard for leverage. The other hand cupped her ass, guiding her down onto each thrust with a sharp, punishing rhythm that had her gasping, shaking.

Ella was panting now, her entire body trembling above him, her head falling back with a broken moan. "Nicholas—fuck—it’s too much—"

He sat up in one swift motion, catching her mouth in a kiss that devoured her moans, his other hand sliding up her back to fist in her hair.

"I know," he whispered against her lips. "But you can take it. You’re doing so fucking good for me."

His teeth scraped against her jaw as he fucked up into her again, harder, deeper. Her body was going limp against him, muscles tightening, breath catching in her throat as he moved inside her with relentless pace.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, clutching him like a lifeline. She was close—he could feel it. Every tremble of her thighs, every flutter of her walls around his cock was screaming it.

"Come for me, Ella," he commanded through gritted teeth, voice thick with lust and dominance. "Right here. On my cock."

She cried out, her body tensing in his arms as the orgasm crashed through her. It hit her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath, her words—her entire fucking mind. She clenched around him with such force he cursed aloud, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck, Ella—"

Nicholas buried his face against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as her orgasm dragged him under with her. He kept thrusting, chasing his own high with rough, desperate jerks of his hips, the sensation of her squeezing around him driving him straight over the edge.

His grip tightened on her ass, and then his whole body locked up as he groaned into her shoulder, spilling into the condom with one final deep thrust that sent another wave of heat shooting up her spine.

They stayed like that—entwined, trembling, breathless. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint creak of the mattress beneath them.

Ella collapsed against his chest, her skin slick with sweat, her lips parted and eyes dazed. Nicholas wrapped both arms around her, cradling her close, their bodies still connected, hearts hammering in sync.

"Jesus," he whispered into her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "You’re gonna fucking kill me."

She let out a breathy laugh, barely able to move, still pulsing around him. "That’s not a bad way to go."

He smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "No. It really fucking isn’t."

They didn’t move for a long while. Just stayed tangled up in each other in the low light, limbs knotted, warmth shared, the buzz of what just happened still humming through every nerve.

And for once, Nicholas didn’t feel the need to say anything else.

Because in that moment—she was his. And he was hers.